There is nothing about me
that I don’t love.
It’s not that I’m a narcissist.
Or maybe it is.
I don’t care.
It’s just that
there is no point
in me not loving
everything about me
and my life.
Unless I love being negative,
and causing stress
and making myself suffer.
I love that, too.
(I must or I wouldn’t ever do those things.)
I am completely in control of what I love.
All of it.
I love ALL things.
And even if I’m NOT in control,
I love not being in control.
What’s the alternative?
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I embrace every facet of my being with an open heart and an unwavering love. This love isn’t born from narcissism, nor does it stem from a superficial sense of pride. It’s a profound acknowledgment that every aspect of me is a unique thread in the intricate fabric of life.
I hold no reservations in this embrace. There’s no part of me that I withhold from the warmth of love. It’s not about denying the challenges or imperfections; rather, it’s a conscious choice to love every dimension of my existence, both the light and the shadow.
This love extends to all experiences that color my life’s canvas. It’s not a selective adoration, but an all-encompassing embrace. Even the moments that might be seen as negative or laden with suffering find their place in this love. It’s not about reveling in pain, but about acknowledging the profound teachings that such experiences offer.
The power of love extends to the realm of choice. I hold the reins of what I love, and this realization empowers me. It’s a liberating truth that reminds me of my agency in shaping my reality. I am the curator of my affections, and this grants me an exquisite palette with which to paint the canvas of my life.
Even the moments when control seems elusive find their place in this love. Embracing the unknown and surrendering to the currents of uncertainty become acts of love in themselves. By holding space for these experiences, I open myself to growth and transformation.
In a world often colored by dualities, this love becomes my compass. It guides me away from the path of self-criticism, judgment, and separation. Instead, I traverse the terrain of acceptance, understanding, and unity. It’s a love that flows through me, reminding me that there is no alternative worth pursuing.
So, with an open heart, I declare: I love everything about me. This love is not just a sentiment, but a way of being—a celebration of the interconnected dance of existence, where every step is cherished, every note harmonized, and every breath an affirmation of the boundless love that courses through me and all things. 🌟🐒